Ev’ry day, I do declare,
When ‘pon the Intarweb I’d creep,
I’d find a friendly marmot there —
Or later, ‘ere I went to sleep.
But woe, of late I find no more
The bubbly sciurid’s ranting,
And thus, because I’m really bored,
I summon her with chanting;
O Marmot fair, O blogger bright,
Return to lonesome fans forlorn!
Don’t let duty’s irksome blight
Keep thee from blogging every morn!
And thus my plea, and thus my cry,
So pitifully doth terminate;
And whilst I wait its muse t’espy,
Some meeting notes I’ll tabulate.
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Note to self:
Success rate of embarrassing bloggerel publicly posted: 100%.